The Day His Demands Broke My Water novel Chapter 94

Friends?

But I no longer need them.

The man standing at the front smiled and approached me. "Miss Susan, Mr. Sam asked me to escort you inside. He's ready for you."

I ignored Peter and his group, following the man deeper into the venue.

With each step I took, the expressions on Peter's group grew darker.

The further we went, the more luxurious the decorations became.

Peter must have realized that, with my abilities, I could never have arranged something of this scale.

When we reached the innermost part, everyone gasped in awe.

I, too, was momentarily stunned by the opulence before me.

Behind me, whispers began to circulate.

"Isn't this a bit much for just an act?"

"Susan can't be serious, can she…?"

No one answered.

Sam came over, taking my hand and leading me further into the flowers.

He gazed at me, his eyes full of affection and a gentle smile.

I felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but couldn't help glancing back at him.

His lips curled into a confident smile, as if certain of the outcome.

If it weren't for the slight tremor in his hand as he pulled out the ring, I would have thought he was perfectly composed.

The restlessness in my heart suddenly calmed when I realized he was just as nervous as I was.

Sam dropped to one knee in front of me, his voice trembling but controlled: “Miss Susan, will you marry me?”

I couldn't stop the tears from welling up in my eyes, but without hesitation, I nodded firmly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter's face turn ashen, his fists clenching as if he were about to charge at us.

But Sam had already arranged for security, and they immediately held him back.

I didn't spare him another glance.

Sam stood up, overwhelmed with excitement, and pulled me into a tight embrace.

I could see he wanted to kiss me.

But he hesitated, unsure.

I smiled and kissed him first.

He immediately responded, deepening the kiss.

At that moment, the fireworks outside the floor-to-ceiling windows exploded in a brilliant display, as if celebrating our union.

"Susan!"

A voice, loud and desperate, shattered the romantic atmosphere like a thunderclap.

Dazed from the kiss, I turned to look at the person calling my name.

It was Peter.

I couldn't read his expression.